Sorry it took a while for the update, but it's finally here! The continuation on the vacation cases. Can you solve them before our characters do? I wanna issue a challenge I want readers together into the story and try on being the detectives, gather clues and deduct wisely. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tristians Point of View: “That comes to a total of $50.50.” The part-time worker spoke with a grin on her face. I’m guessing from the face she thought it was funny that we ordered so much and I was squashed into the middle seat of a one door van. “Thank you bambino~” Luke spoke from the driver’s seat giving the young adult girl a warm smile, as she blushed like a middle school girl who just saw a pop star. His poor girlfriend must have to put up with a lot. After that whole flirting fiasco we somehow managed to get back to the post office without any worries... Well besides from the two policemen’s cars, one parked out front and one out back. From my deductibility I could tell that they also had a car parked to the side of the main road, I had a slow look around as I tried to flush out the situation. Spotting Cole first caught my eye; she was going full force interrogation on the police as they tried pulling the Old Man into the car... Why? I quickly jogged over to be two police and my Old Man was standing and arguing with Cole in the middle yelling crazy things. I tapped one of the more intimidating police because I was hoping he would know what he was doing. He slightly turned around and lifted his sunglasses to his forehead to reveal his dark brown eyes. “What is your relationship to this man?” He spoke in a mad as a bull voice as he lifted one of his eye brows. The cause of his anger was probably coming from Cole, she was screaming into the more timid, short blond haired police officer. Her voice so loud you could hardly think. “Tristan Mail, I’m his grandson.” I turned to Cole; the feeling in my stomach was making me feel sick. What did the Old Man do? “Cole!” I screamed her eyes feel upon me like she was a dear in head lights. I guess they are not use to this, the police, the speculation, the commotion, the fact that they think the police are the bad guys when they are just trying to do their job. Welcome to my world. “What is it Tri Tri?” She asked in her chuckling voice, it was her way of dealing with things. “This is business Cole now so I need your cooperation.” I turned my head to the intimidating officer. “What are the charges?” The officer let out a smirk, amused by my actions. “Mr Mail, your part of the City Case right? A member of the accused trio.” I nodded to his question. “Your grandfather has been charged with stealing $24.2 million dollars over the length of ten years for letters sent through the mail.” I couldn’t breathe or more that I couldn’t remember too. My heart was heavy, my conscience was mad and my brain... It feels like how I thought Roger would think. It was all too much for a guy who likes to joke and not into all this stressful stuff. The reason I couldn’t get better as a detective. Everything blacked out, I found myself laid out across the first aid / nap room in the post office. “Tristan everything is going to be ok, we are here to look after you.” That refreshing voice, the one that made me forget all my troubles. The one person that I could call a fatherly figure. I slowly opened my eyes to see Luke’s cool eyes staring down on me, placing a cool towel on my fore head. I mumbled for a bit trying to recall everything that has just happened, I jumped up from the bed sending Luke into a surprised Cole. “Where’s the Old Man?!” I asked in urgency. They both looked at each other when Cole bumped me on the head; she then proceeded to grab me by my neck collar and asserted my to the front of her face. “Listen you just fainted doesn’t push yourself so far!” Cole screamed while shaking me. “The Boss is in a jail cell tonight but we have some good news. The police man gave you three days to solve the case.” Cole was now showing a huge grin while Luke sighed out of exasperation. I was stunned; I had another chance to prove myself. Wait three days, no problem I was used to working on a tight time frame. “No chance to rest Cole, I know you guys are worried but this is my job. My lively hood just like this place is yours. I can do this!” I pumped my fist into the air and ran outside, my first destination the jail cell. Walking into the jail cell was an experience I was used to, but visiting my Old Man. His jail cell was located to the front it was the type of cell for short visits, if you were drunk driving or got into a fight that sort of thing where you had to wait for bail. I saw his face as I grabbed the dark ice cold, think rail in front of me that separated Old Man and me. Just like old times I suppose... Not like they mattered anymore. His wrinkled face looked beaten and depressed, I grunted to get his attention. Nothing not even a glance. “Old Man did you do it?” There it was the oldest, deadliest question any detective could ask, to see if he was telling the truth of not. He coughed and cleared his throat still not looking up. He gave me one word and that word will forever be scared into my head. “No.” Alyssa's point of view: It was so cold the ground laid down beneath me. Something warm covered me it was soft and smelled like...like. I awoke drenched with sweat blinking four or five times before my eyes adjusted to the darkness surrounding me. I put my hand over my face my head throbbing with pain.That's right it was that C.T. again. I'm starting to think the root of all problems start with her. I should understand though she always seems to know things that we don't. "The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes," I mumbled, "Arthur Conan Doyle, The hound of Baskerville's," A shadow turned around causing a small breeze and muttered, "What?" "Nothing," it was Roger next to me. He was huddled up shivering, looking below I saw his jacket huddled up around me. He had turned back around, and fell asleep in the blink of an eye. Feeling ashamed I wrapped his blanket around him when he stopped shivering I thought it'd be all right. He stopped...he stopped moving! I could only hear his raspy breath slowing. My first thought was to call 9-1-1, but I ended up calling Vivi instead. "Vivi! Hello! You there!" I screamed into the mic. "Alyssa, first of all I'm 18 try not to scream at me I don't take it lightly, second—" I couldn't help but cut her off before she started an unforeseen lecture. "It's Roger! Damnit his-his breathing is slowing and–and raspy!!!" I yelled suddenly Vivi asked me to check his pulse. I put my index and middle finger against the collarbone of his neck. "His pulse is fine," I sighed in relief "he's fine," Rogers point of view: When I awoke in the morning I found a note in my jacket, strange because I thought I gave it to...well that's strange too it seems Alyssa had left this morning. The note had been written on one whole index card and a torn off half index card, "Count on me Roger! I thought it'd be easier to split up. I'll leave the confrontation and deduction to you while I gather evidence, and inform you with hints. Let's meet at the station soon, only three days to solve this murder I say get working! After this is done we'll meet up with Tristin for our main goal our City case. Luck!" -Alyssa. She sure can be energetic when she wants. I sighed and rubbed my hand through my hair. "Confrontation huh?" I thought of a an pointing a gun at me and laughed. "Interesting I should bring my camera!" I chuckled. Atop the old rooftop building I stood up pulling on my jacket. Time to get serious. Slinging my backpack over my shoulder I thought of where to start, suddenly I dropped my backpack pulling out the case file C.T. handed me. A crumpled magazine dropped out with a page marked. The 'Crime Time Magazine' ithad a photo with...Bruce Ligui the victim? It was strange the picture was clear everywhere else except around Ligui's face it had been smeared off i checked the magazine. It didn't seem to be that the magazine was messed up. Strange our motto is, "The truth and only the truth," we'd never blurr a criminals face. Then it had occurred to me that the most logical place to start would be who took that photo. It wouldn't say I looked endlessly around the photo. That was strange too we always show our photographers name, we have a motto for that too, "The brave, are the fearless," This bugged me, irritated me. Clenching the magazine in one hand and slinging on my backpack again I sped down the creaky abandoned building, calling a city taxi. Stepping in I saw clippings from news articles and pictures. I read the drivers name tag before telling him my destination. Ted Lexin interesting... "Ted, please take me to Crime Time Magazine head quarters," He fidgeted, "Why there..? I mean it's far and–" "I work for them," I said holding up my work license. He nodded and revved the engine. This is just the beginning. Never will I regret what I do from this point on.
Wow, we always make you guys wait so long for the next update. We are both so sorry! Hopefully we can make it up to you by giving you the next part in the NGSWW story. ~^_^~~^_^~~^_^~~^_^~~^_^~~^_^~~^_^~ Roger's Point of View: Strange how things are turning out. Two days ago I thought I was just taking ordinary photos with a friend. Now I'm solving a murder, things just got real. In my brief attempt to make small talk during the long silent ride I asked questions. "So Ted, why'd you want to be a cab driver?" I said gulping, the first time I honestly tried to talk to someone new casually. I didn't look it but I was very anti-social my grey eyes would dart from left to right in an effort to make it less awkward. "Pa' was one," he didn't even try to communicate he just kept his eyes on the road. I looked up at his news clippings, a particular one stood out. It was the same drive by shooting Detective C.T. had the page marked for. "Um, that picture with the drive by, why do you keep it?" I asked him, because the silence in the cab was getting to me. "It reminds me?" He grunted heavily. "Of what exactly?" "Of how my step-brother just 'happened' to be there when Guermo was gunned down," he whispered lowly. "Who exactly is your step-brother," I asked curiously turning my head towards the window to raise less suspicion. I glanced at the buildings. It was silent again, maybe I wasn't supposed to ask him that, and we were close to the magazine company building as well. "Bruce...Bruce Ligui," he whispered. "My ma' remarried after my pa' died I was 14 the man my ma' had married was Carmon Ligui, and I met Bruce when we moved in with them, he was 20 the ideal role model. He picked me up from school, and supported me he was a good guy. Until my 19th birthday, he started changing for the worse. Carmon made him take over his branch of the Ligui family. That's when I left, that answer all your questions detective?" He surprised me, detective? "Um, detective? I mean–" "Don't bother!" He yelled, I felt excitement in his voice. "Your the one solving Rigara case, if I'm right you guys were framed!" He yelled again smiling in the mirror to me. I was at a loss for words this guy, was a mystery nutcase. When arrived at The Crime Time Magazine HQ. He handed me his card, I looked up at him surprised. "Call me anytime you detectives need a ride!" He smirked. "Detectives?" "There's always more than one," he told me before driving away. The next step is here, who took that picture! Grinding my teeth to stop their chattering full of excitement. Tristan’s Point of View: That’s all I needed to hear to solve this case, now what will the next step to this case be? Maybe some coffee would help. Walking out of the coffee shop I felt relaxed, not a care in this world. That isn’t good though, I need to be concerned about this case. While thinking to me, something weird was going down, a whole table full of men. I know what that means, slyly making my way over to the nearby outside table I was astounded at what I saw, the angel of the detective world, C.T. City. Her lips pursed, her eyes filled with boredom from all the attention she was getting. She slammed down her shiny manicured nails on the wooded furniture and startled all the guys, her hand then proceeded to point, not at the guys around her but at me? Yes I was shocked myself. “Stop it; you’re making my boyfriend jealous.” She spoke with a siren smile and voice, the mythical creatures that lure in the men from the sea. Looking around the men standing around her gave me a nasty glare, they wanted to be the lovely C.T.’s boyfriend, I mean who wouldn’t but one of the guys grabbed me by my white shirt collar. “Oh really, this wimp? Listen lady I can make you ten times happier.” The one guy giving me trouble was a stereotypical mussel man from the caveman times. The rest quietly sat back and waited for the show to start. “Shut up," I spoke getting annoyed. “What are you going to do about it?” He laughed shaking me around like he was King Kong. “Nothing more original?” I smirked, grabbing the guy’s hand. “Yo, I’m never going to let you live this down C.T. City.” She had a what-have-I-done face in return. Tossing the guy to the ground with ease the other guys run away like the football was about to start. I calmly sat the opposite side to Detective C.T. City; she picked up her coffee mug and pressed it against her lips. “Impressive but you could of done without.” She said teasingly, tossing me a sheet of paper with words on it. “What’s this for?” I asked, curious, a phone number maybe? “That’s the person I want you to call, alright don’t stuff this up, if you can’t even deal with family then how are you ever going to deal with my case.” She spoke like she knew exactly what would happen next, but she was giving me a clue so I took it. Later that day, once I finally made it home to my lonely one bedroom apartment in the city, I opened up this piece of paper and grabbed my black cell phone. 323-4393, crap! Why does this number sound so familiar, I began to sweat, hoping the person on the other line wouldn’t answer. Maybe I should just hang up...To late, she answered. “Nya~ Tristan why call me so late at night?” Sora spoke like she had just gone to sleep and was awakened by my phone call. I face palmed my forehead. “It’s five o’clock at night, what are you doing already in bed?” I seriously should have been prepared for this sort of reaction from Sora but sometimes... “Well you know how it was my day off today? I spent it at Comic Con and I meet these really nice people and we went out for drinks and won the dress-up competition and I just got home. The Comic Con was held two days ago, nya~” She blurted out half asleep and half just wanting to tell me how much fun she had. I couldn’t speak for the next couple of minutes and by the time I remembered why I wanted to talk to her in the first place she fell back asleep. “Sora wake up!” I shouted at the other end of the phone, if she was going to sleep she could have at least hung up so her phone bill won’t be so high. Unlike last time. I could hear tossing and turning from her end of the line. “Why did you call me anyway it’s not like you?” She asked, yawning in-between. “Well, you know the Old Man, he sought of... Got caught for stealing money from other people's mail at the post office and he’s in jail. A friend of mine told me to call you because you can help me.” I blabbered out to her, taking a huge breath of air, I wonder how she’ll take the news. It was almost around half an hour later till either of us spoke again, though it only felt like five minutes. I could hear Sora’s voice chocking. “Is something wrong Sora?” “Tristan...Can you answer me this, why did I tell you, stay on the beach ridden path, for the solid concrete one, can only lead to loss of vision.” Sora’s voice, I could feel it filling up with sadness every time she spoke a word. What’s going on? She never, ever got this upset. “I’m coming over.” I urgently told her, hanging up.